Writing this for the sake of my readers. My 1 or 2 readers.
What has changed in these months? Crazy crazy things. I think the last post was made before I got my posting. Shall we continue on from there?
So after my 1 week stint in Tekong, I was sick and tired of wasting my time. Waking up at 0530 everyday to take a 1.5 hr bus trip and a half an hour boat trip with scumbag sergeants, no. Just no. I came there at 8 and wasted my time till 1630. At least the Ma'am and the privates there were good. I was just reading c++,watching videos, getting my daily dose of banter and dank memes, reading newspapers. Sometimes the guy in charge will ask me to wash his cups of tea and fill in hot water. Well, I don't mind. Actually, does it even matter?
I'm a recruit. We exist to be stepped on.
Hear my cries. My soft cries that are drowned out by regimentation. Can anyone hear me, and if they do, do they even care?
Well certainly, most superiors and that parkway parade cunt don't.
Anyway, after my 1 week I was sent to Kranji camp. This was it, my posting. My rest of the 1.5 years here. No looking back.
I have to accept my fate from now on.
I was sent out in a day.
Spent the previous day with my dad doing a recce on the place. Sent out to another unit in 1 day. Hey, I met my boy Subbash though. The slacker wearing his number 3 (or 2) with his millions of excuses. He's the one with E9L9 and I'm the one with a fractured arm and is B1. Care for soldiers boys.
Anyway, I met some dudes here which were sent with me to my next destination. Semba.wang Camp. (trying to hide from Google searches)
As I'm typing now I'm in camp doing COS duty. Just before New Years day. Also on New Years day. Haha. Thanks Yanda.
And we were sent to the S1 (manpower) branch. After some interviews, we were sent downstairs to QM branch. This is where I am now. Met the QM, 1st lieutenant ranked guy. More interviews. Did nothing else and got stay out so huat ah.
For a week or so, we did nothing but slack. Because we had no stores. Oh yeah, did I mention that I was sent to be a "supply assistant (general equipment)"? Also known as a storeman.
Thats right. Everyone's dream job. Slack inside store and not go outfield. Chao keng warriors hopes and dreams. Sounds easy right?
Spoiler. It's not.
Unluckily, the week which I came in was just before the Transport anniversary. This is where we did some random dirty jobs that no one wanted to do.
Here comes the important part. Some encik came to ask for manpower to do things. Since the new dudes had nothing to do, we just came out to help him. And then the master sergeant came looking for us but couldn't find us.
The master then said when we came back : "You guys are not cheap labour , you don't follow everyone if they ask you for help"
We then proceeded to arrange 500 chairs in the parade square.
My pay is about $500 a month. I think foreign workers earn more than that.
On the grand day itself, I helped Sam with the sound system. I basically just went back and forth with microphones because they had to shift the whole parade indoors because of wet weather. I didn't mind though. Still chill compared to the other guys bringing up the tentages. F that.
I was assigned a store shortly. Optics store boyssssss. Oh and I started to stay in. F shit F F F F F
The stay in life was quite bad initially. The bugle or whatnot will sound every 6am and 6pm. But that shit was so loud it has woke me up every single time it sounded. My fall in time is 730 or 745. F F F F
My initial bunk was alright. With my boys JW, N, J, D, R. After that we got split up because saf logic.
Friday, December 30, 2016
Wednesday, October 12, 2016
The eternal struggle
So far, in my life I think there has been ups and downs. But why do I feel that life is so painful?
Is it because I'm a pessimist? Am I really one? It could be.
Or is it that I see pain everywhere. My health, pain. My studies, pain. My family, I see their pain.
Even worse, NS is the worst pain currently. I don't know what to expect in the coming weeks.
I guess you only can feel pain when you live. I should be happy that I feel these pains. Right? Only when I attain nirvana then I'll be free from the pain.
Of course, I don't want to compare between other people. Definitely, the suffering of people in third world countries are infinitely more than mine. I should not even be complaining.
Does this lessen my pain though?
Thinking of the future, I wonder if anyone will want to share my pain. Will anybody be able to accept my pain and help me alleviate it?
Maybe my 2D waifu can stop the pain. LOL.
Saturday, August 27, 2016
Thursday, June 9, 2016
Army life
Typing this with 1 arm only, lets see how far I can go.
So on April 6, I enlisted to the army. Feeling nervous and shit, as expected of all new recruits. The army life certainly was a huge contrast to the civilian lifestyle and I was unsure of what to expect. They said that the army has mellowed down a lot over the years due to parents complaining and shit, but how much? Hmmm
Took the ferry with my parents and took a few photos (with my hair intact) with them first. Once we reached Tekong, my parents and I were separated. That was when I know, shit was going to get real.
Luckily, I was walking with Keith Low from ANDSS. Quite a few people I know were enlisting on the same day as me, Javier, Mikail, I even met Zack at the Pasir Ris Bus Interchange and talked for a while. Certainly made me less lonely. We got seated in some open area with 9999 chairs and other bored recruits, and waited for at least half an hour. This was a sign of what to come: S A F EFFICIENCY BOYS.
We got separated into different groups when they called our names out. Keith and I both got a red paper while others got wristbands etc. This actually signified that we both were in the same platoon. I think the whole bunch of people there were in the same company. We had to get instructions on shouting WITH MY LIFE and shouting Majulah Singapura for the oath taking ceremony. It only made me feel that all these were so superficial.
In the auditorium, my parents saw me and my mum waved ever so eagerly. I froze and gave a weak smile as I was uncertain of how strict the army was. What if I had waved back? D E T E N T I O N B A R R A C K S B O Y S ? Did all the garbage and was sent down with my heavy bags and no instructions on what to do. Ended up waiting for nothing to happen before I just went and followed my parents. EFFICIENCY.
Ate lunch with my parents. I felt like this was my last meal with them. Bade them goodbye and went off in a bus to Rocky Hill.
This part starts to get hazy. We were sent to take our stuff from the army, duffel bag field pack all that. Had to pull that son of a bitch up to the MPH to check for items. God was it stressful. So many things inside, and the fear of misplacing them. After that, we had to check the size of shirts, pants, shoes, cap, things which size was asked beforehand before enlistment. All good right??
The size guide they gave was contradictory at some points, so I was unable to give accurate sizes. Ended up having to replace shoes, pants and cap. Then the sergeants be like "Those who want to change cap come here, pants go there, shoes go there."
This was when I knew what FML was like.
After changing that shit, went up to my bunk. Found my new friends. One of them was my schoolmate from AJ, Melvin, but he didn't know I was from AJ, he was my buddy too.
All seems good, the guys in my bunk seem friendly enough.
Then we got our sergeant, lets just call him Sgt. My left hand hurts like crap. This post took over the span days, if I continue with my storytelling it might take weeks. Anyway I got my locker code from sgt and put my numerous stuff inside. No instructions on how to place my items. I knew about the stand by area garbage and was going to prepare for it but I couldn't because there's no guide. Thanks S A F.
Damn, I don't know what to write. Ah, some guys said my hair was great while passing by. Not sure if sarcasm or its because I was going to have to shave it off.
In came 5 hairdressers with a whole group of half naked men and lots of hair. Paid $2 (cheap cheap) and went off carressing my head. See you again hair.
This had led to 1 problem. After weeks of training, my head suddenly hurt. I thought it was a migraine and told my sgt. After a few days of aloe vera and pain, a platoonmate said there was cum on my hair. My scalp was actually peeling off. Seems like hair is really important, especially when you have to train under the sun.
Training was quite alright. Maybe it was the first two weeks of BMT thats why it was ok. The hard ones was the Route March I guess. Nothing else stood out as difficult.
Well, this may be scattered. On the first day, I was the only one in my bunk to not have a bedsheet. I did have like 3 pillowcases though wtf. Slept on pillowcases on my first day. I also cried after calling my parents. Man, I feel like my tuition teacher is psychic. Remember that Sensitive New Age Guy thing? Or just pussy. I guess that means I do love my parents. Or I'm a pussy. Eh whatever. Only first day and I'm crying lmao. I cried for the next few days too.
The first few days were more of a struggle for my stomach and mouth adjusting. 20 mins to eat meals was a challenge for me because I eat slowly. I've heard other friends having less time though so I was unsure whether to be grateful. Ended up always asking for less rice because I didn't want to waste food. As the days went by, the training became more intense so my appetite increased. Some superiors said that Rocky Hill's food is better than Ladang also. Huat huat.
I felt that I was dragging my feet through the days. Training wasn't bad like I stated but it was such a drag. The only thing that kept me going was my section I guess, plus the people I know in my coy.
Let's go to the main point of this post. On a practice session of SOC, I was scaling the low rope. I forgot the technique that they taught in AJ, so I was determined to do it properly.
Until I heard a pop. I then lost all my strength in my right arm and fell.
It didn't take me long to realise what happened. It took me 1 second only. This was not my first time.
"Oh my god!" I cried in agony.
The FT brought me to the medic van. I was sweating so hard, and LT Jonathan helped me remove my stuff. The encik came and asked how many push ups I did for my NAPFA, I said 15 for my CAT test and he actually mocked me for it. (wrong form cost me like 20) Such an appropriate question and response to a guy who is clutching his arm in pain. Lost my respect to him in 1 shot.
Sgt Joshua brought me over to Ladang clinic. Did I mention I waited 20 mins +? The medic driver was not at the scene at that time. Just proper safety regulations.
Guess who had to wait in line and register? Thats right, the guy clutching his arm. Waited like 15 mins before the doctor came to give me a vague diagnosis, there was a xray machine available but for some reason they didnt use it. I got a splint instead from a medic called Shawn Lim too. He gave me porridge as I shivered in a room, trying to find a position to relax while clutching my arm.
I waited 2 hours in that room. We missed 1 boat back to SG and had to wait for the second one. Sgt Joshua let me use his phone to call my parents and my mum was distraught. I wept silently. I came to Tekong to learn and grow. The last thing I wanted to do was to trouble my parents who were already troubled. (A little context, I broke the same arm when I was P5, so this was not something new)
When I arrived at SG, I dragged myself to the ambulance. Guess which driver didn't start the vehicle and used WhatsApp for 10 mins? Let me add on, another guy was with me also, I didn't know what was wrong with him though.
When I was lying down on the hospital bed, it was 11.30pm. This incident happened at 5. Go figure.
Fast forward to today, I'm typing this whole post with my left hand only. Life has been more bitter I guess. Ironically my section friends said I was having a good life at home while they are in Tekong. To each of their own. Do they really think breaking a limb is better than Tekong?
Well I kind of beat Pokemon Black using this time though. Welp.
So on April 6, I enlisted to the army. Feeling nervous and shit, as expected of all new recruits. The army life certainly was a huge contrast to the civilian lifestyle and I was unsure of what to expect. They said that the army has mellowed down a lot over the years due to parents complaining and shit, but how much? Hmmm
Took the ferry with my parents and took a few photos (with my hair intact) with them first. Once we reached Tekong, my parents and I were separated. That was when I know, shit was going to get real.
Luckily, I was walking with Keith Low from ANDSS. Quite a few people I know were enlisting on the same day as me, Javier, Mikail, I even met Zack at the Pasir Ris Bus Interchange and talked for a while. Certainly made me less lonely. We got seated in some open area with 9999 chairs and other bored recruits, and waited for at least half an hour. This was a sign of what to come: S A F EFFICIENCY BOYS.
We got separated into different groups when they called our names out. Keith and I both got a red paper while others got wristbands etc. This actually signified that we both were in the same platoon. I think the whole bunch of people there were in the same company. We had to get instructions on shouting WITH MY LIFE and shouting Majulah Singapura for the oath taking ceremony. It only made me feel that all these were so superficial.
In the auditorium, my parents saw me and my mum waved ever so eagerly. I froze and gave a weak smile as I was uncertain of how strict the army was. What if I had waved back? D E T E N T I O N B A R R A C K S B O Y S ? Did all the garbage and was sent down with my heavy bags and no instructions on what to do. Ended up waiting for nothing to happen before I just went and followed my parents. EFFICIENCY.
Ate lunch with my parents. I felt like this was my last meal with them. Bade them goodbye and went off in a bus to Rocky Hill.
This part starts to get hazy. We were sent to take our stuff from the army, duffel bag field pack all that. Had to pull that son of a bitch up to the MPH to check for items. God was it stressful. So many things inside, and the fear of misplacing them. After that, we had to check the size of shirts, pants, shoes, cap, things which size was asked beforehand before enlistment. All good right??
The size guide they gave was contradictory at some points, so I was unable to give accurate sizes. Ended up having to replace shoes, pants and cap. Then the sergeants be like "Those who want to change cap come here, pants go there, shoes go there."
This was when I knew what FML was like.
After changing that shit, went up to my bunk. Found my new friends. One of them was my schoolmate from AJ, Melvin, but he didn't know I was from AJ, he was my buddy too.
All seems good, the guys in my bunk seem friendly enough.
Then we got our sergeant, lets just call him Sgt. My left hand hurts like crap. This post took over the span days, if I continue with my storytelling it might take weeks. Anyway I got my locker code from sgt and put my numerous stuff inside. No instructions on how to place my items. I knew about the stand by area garbage and was going to prepare for it but I couldn't because there's no guide. Thanks S A F.
Damn, I don't know what to write. Ah, some guys said my hair was great while passing by. Not sure if sarcasm or its because I was going to have to shave it off.
In came 5 hairdressers with a whole group of half naked men and lots of hair. Paid $2 (cheap cheap) and went off carressing my head. See you again hair.
This had led to 1 problem. After weeks of training, my head suddenly hurt. I thought it was a migraine and told my sgt. After a few days of aloe vera and pain, a platoonmate said there was cum on my hair. My scalp was actually peeling off. Seems like hair is really important, especially when you have to train under the sun.
Training was quite alright. Maybe it was the first two weeks of BMT thats why it was ok. The hard ones was the Route March I guess. Nothing else stood out as difficult.
Well, this may be scattered. On the first day, I was the only one in my bunk to not have a bedsheet. I did have like 3 pillowcases though wtf. Slept on pillowcases on my first day. I also cried after calling my parents. Man, I feel like my tuition teacher is psychic. Remember that Sensitive New Age Guy thing? Or just pussy. I guess that means I do love my parents. Or I'm a pussy. Eh whatever. Only first day and I'm crying lmao. I cried for the next few days too.
The first few days were more of a struggle for my stomach and mouth adjusting. 20 mins to eat meals was a challenge for me because I eat slowly. I've heard other friends having less time though so I was unsure whether to be grateful. Ended up always asking for less rice because I didn't want to waste food. As the days went by, the training became more intense so my appetite increased. Some superiors said that Rocky Hill's food is better than Ladang also. Huat huat.
I felt that I was dragging my feet through the days. Training wasn't bad like I stated but it was such a drag. The only thing that kept me going was my section I guess, plus the people I know in my coy.
Let's go to the main point of this post. On a practice session of SOC, I was scaling the low rope. I forgot the technique that they taught in AJ, so I was determined to do it properly.
Until I heard a pop. I then lost all my strength in my right arm and fell.
It didn't take me long to realise what happened. It took me 1 second only. This was not my first time.
"Oh my god!" I cried in agony.
The FT brought me to the medic van. I was sweating so hard, and LT Jonathan helped me remove my stuff. The encik came and asked how many push ups I did for my NAPFA, I said 15 for my CAT test and he actually mocked me for it. (wrong form cost me like 20) Such an appropriate question and response to a guy who is clutching his arm in pain. Lost my respect to him in 1 shot.
Sgt Joshua brought me over to Ladang clinic. Did I mention I waited 20 mins +? The medic driver was not at the scene at that time. Just proper safety regulations.
Guess who had to wait in line and register? Thats right, the guy clutching his arm. Waited like 15 mins before the doctor came to give me a vague diagnosis, there was a xray machine available but for some reason they didnt use it. I got a splint instead from a medic called Shawn Lim too. He gave me porridge as I shivered in a room, trying to find a position to relax while clutching my arm.
I waited 2 hours in that room. We missed 1 boat back to SG and had to wait for the second one. Sgt Joshua let me use his phone to call my parents and my mum was distraught. I wept silently. I came to Tekong to learn and grow. The last thing I wanted to do was to trouble my parents who were already troubled. (A little context, I broke the same arm when I was P5, so this was not something new)
When I arrived at SG, I dragged myself to the ambulance. Guess which driver didn't start the vehicle and used WhatsApp for 10 mins? Let me add on, another guy was with me also, I didn't know what was wrong with him though.
When I was lying down on the hospital bed, it was 11.30pm. This incident happened at 5. Go figure.
Fast forward to today, I'm typing this whole post with my left hand only. Life has been more bitter I guess. Ironically my section friends said I was having a good life at home while they are in Tekong. To each of their own. Do they really think breaking a limb is better than Tekong?
Well I kind of beat Pokemon Black using this time though. Welp.
"We cannot change the cards we are dealt, just how we play the hand." Randy Pausch
Tuesday, March 1, 2016
Looking into the past and future
Sup, haven't updated since ages so I came here to talk to myself.
It's March already , few months after my A Levels. Am I confident about it? Honestly no. My mum asked me this question yesterday and I tried to avoid it. The more I think about it, the more it makes me scared. That alone makes me not want to think about it at all.
We'll see on Friday.
What have I been doing in the holidays? Well, I've been playing a lot of League, TF2, Maple, CS:GO and recently POE. My dad still grumbles at me to study sometimes (wtf?) and my justification is that I play now because I did not before A's. That's true right? Right?
Anyway, I've been running a lot also, since my mum is very worried about my impending enlistment to Tekong on April 6th, it's the BMT BOYS!!
Am I nervous about it? Not really. After seeing my friends coming out in one piece, I reckon I can survive it. Being in PES B1, I think I'm likely to do most of what others will do. The only problems are my gastric garbage and eczema. The rest can screw itself. If I kana gastric when we are marching or some shit I'm just gonna curl up in a foetal position and cry. I actually had a chance to down my PES status when I saw a skin doctor in the holidays, but I chose to go on with it. The stupid (I forgot the acronym for the military hospital place) doctor viewed my eczema as minor because on that day it was on good condition. Oh well. Maybe I should have clawed my skin out before that day.
Anyway, from what I know Zachary my man my brother the legend himself may be in the same coy (company or some shit there are so many acronyms used I'm killing myself) as me because he is enlisting on the same time, and Javier is on the same day. Hope we can get lucky and maybe be in the same unit or company or section or WHATEVER THE HELL IS THE PLATOON GARBAGE never mind.
Remember my mum's paranoia? So since I wanted to make myself useful in the holidays I wanted to work and my man YJ had some jobs for me, one was a bus/train surveying job which I took up and was allowed by my mum, because it was on a shift basis so by her logic I had enough time to exercise. Turns out I didn't on every day that I had work because I woke up so late or was too lazy/tired to do so.
But the pay is $10.
But I couldn't go to the toilet if the place is some ulu shit.
Shawn, what is your job scope? You ask.
Well, young padawan, for bus surveys I basically take down the license plate, number of people boarding/alighting/in the bus and what time the buses arrive/depart. I have morning shifts starting at 6.30 and afternoon at 5. Both 2 hour shifts, main thing is to record the number of people who are unable to board the buses in peak hours.
Same for trains.
Sounds easy right? Wait till 3 mothereffing buses come at the same time with the whole population of Singapore inside 1 bus stop and people going everywhere.
Ayy lmao.
Anyway, sometimes I get sent to bus stops with no public restrooms nearby. So I do it in a bush.
JK GOT BAITED SON YOU THINK I WANT TO GET STOMPED AH?
I had to tell the security guard of an office complex (sometimes ignored them) that I'm a young innocent JC boy who had to go the toilet and another one inside the building. I did it so many times the security guard said next time I couldn't do it anymore. I should have campaigned for human rights there and then.
It's a boring job I admit. Hope my employers are not looking at this post. But I listened to music and read newspapers on the job in the beginning cause I foresaw the boredom that came with it. Once I became a pro I read manga and watched anime. Next time gonna start cooking my dinner there.
Shhh.
Ah crap. I wanted to talk about my past and future in this post but I didn't. Here it is.
Looking back at my JC life, I guess I (sadly) didn't enjoy it.
It was just a battle of me and many obstacles ahead of me. Wait, isn't this life? I guess so. Maybe I hate life.
The nights that I spent (attempting) to finish work was countless. Same shit, different day. My classmates slept in class. I understood how they felt because I would too, but I didn't because I felt sleeping would push me back further.
It was also disappointment after disappointment after each test, I was not doing well, and I couldn't break myself out of my rut. I knew I was doing my best but I wasn't getting results. It was not helping my morale.
Other than academics, I didn't really have much of a social life. My class.. was split apart by obvious cliques. I couldn't break out of it also. I was friendly to everyone, I maintained that attitude because I never wanted to make enemies or ostracise people. In the end, I felt like I couldn't find a friend who sticks with me mentally and physically. Even though I had friends, I felt they weren't close enough to me.
I feel quite creepy now lol
Maybe it was not meant to be. I feel that I'm closer to my CCA than my class. Specifically the programming side. The times we spent in that dusty room that we cleaned ourselves, the times Han Jin taught us C++ from scratch and the banter we shared, CDDC, which we won, it brought us closer. We were just 5 guys with a common interest.
This doesn't mean that I didn't view my classmates as good friends. I think I was sticking with Caleb the most of my JC life, he was someone who could banter with me and shared similar social circles. Keith who was always feeling lonely kept finding me (Always have someone like YX to follow me, lmao.) and I was initially very put away by his incessant coughing and bad breath but I found that he genuinely wanted someone to be with and hey, I don't like ostracising people.
Tristan was that asshole that found my one true weakness. And exploited it forever since then. Never forgetti. But he was the life of the party. Roger the smartass scholar was the go to person for everyone (besides the other scholars) for homework help. Bing Qian the gangster who I thought was a Chinese scholar was the guy sleeping in class and being an encylopedia on everything and anything.
Together, it was a weird combination. But the times we spent, in Caleb's house, in the homeroom, Reading Room, doing stupid stuff like BQ burping into Tristan's bag or just doing homework like the lifeless JC kids we were, I guess I enjoyed this journey.
It was painful, it really was. But it was not fruitless. That being said, I will not want to relive my JC life. Please, Friday. This is already making me nervous.
No regrets I guess. I cannot say I have regrets. All my decisions in life, I made it myself. No matter what life throws at me, I have to suck it up. The different paths in life that we take can be cruel. Friends can grow distant. People enter and leave from your life. It's something that we can't avoid.
Just a prayer to my A Level results on Friday. If I do well, I'll be thankful for the rest of my life. If I don't, I will feel wretched and life will be drastically changed. But both ways, I have to take it because these choices were made, some by me, some by Heaven.
I can't complain, even if I do, it won't change anything.
HUAT AH! HUAT AH! HUAT AH! HUAT AH! HUAT AH! HUAT AH! HUAT AH! HUAT AH! HUAT AH! HUAT AH! HUAT AH! HUAT AH! HUAT AH! HUAT AH! HUAT AH! HUAT AH! HUAT AH! HUAT AH! HUAT AH! HUAT AH! HUAT AH! HUAT AH! HUAT AH! HUAT AH! HUAT AH! HUAT AH! HUAT AH! HUAT AH! HUAT AH! HUAT AH! HUAT AH! HUAT AH!
It's March already , few months after my A Levels. Am I confident about it? Honestly no. My mum asked me this question yesterday and I tried to avoid it. The more I think about it, the more it makes me scared. That alone makes me not want to think about it at all.
We'll see on Friday.
What have I been doing in the holidays? Well, I've been playing a lot of League, TF2, Maple, CS:GO and recently POE. My dad still grumbles at me to study sometimes (wtf?) and my justification is that I play now because I did not before A's. That's true right? Right?
Anyway, I've been running a lot also, since my mum is very worried about my impending enlistment to Tekong on April 6th, it's the BMT BOYS!!
Am I nervous about it? Not really. After seeing my friends coming out in one piece, I reckon I can survive it. Being in PES B1, I think I'm likely to do most of what others will do. The only problems are my gastric garbage and eczema. The rest can screw itself. If I kana gastric when we are marching or some shit I'm just gonna curl up in a foetal position and cry. I actually had a chance to down my PES status when I saw a skin doctor in the holidays, but I chose to go on with it. The stupid (I forgot the acronym for the military hospital place) doctor viewed my eczema as minor because on that day it was on good condition. Oh well. Maybe I should have clawed my skin out before that day.
Anyway, from what I know Zachary my man my brother the legend himself may be in the same coy (company or some shit there are so many acronyms used I'm killing myself) as me because he is enlisting on the same time, and Javier is on the same day. Hope we can get lucky and maybe be in the same unit or company or section or WHATEVER THE HELL IS THE PLATOON GARBAGE never mind.
Remember my mum's paranoia? So since I wanted to make myself useful in the holidays I wanted to work and my man YJ had some jobs for me, one was a bus/train surveying job which I took up and was allowed by my mum, because it was on a shift basis so by her logic I had enough time to exercise. Turns out I didn't on every day that I had work because I woke up so late or was too lazy/tired to do so.
But the pay is $10.
But I couldn't go to the toilet if the place is some ulu shit.
Shawn, what is your job scope? You ask.
Well, young padawan, for bus surveys I basically take down the license plate, number of people boarding/alighting/in the bus and what time the buses arrive/depart. I have morning shifts starting at 6.30 and afternoon at 5. Both 2 hour shifts, main thing is to record the number of people who are unable to board the buses in peak hours.
Same for trains.
Sounds easy right? Wait till 3 mothereffing buses come at the same time with the whole population of Singapore inside 1 bus stop and people going everywhere.
Ayy lmao.
Anyway, sometimes I get sent to bus stops with no public restrooms nearby. So I do it in a bush.
JK GOT BAITED SON YOU THINK I WANT TO GET STOMPED AH?
I had to tell the security guard of an office complex (sometimes ignored them) that I'm a young innocent JC boy who had to go the toilet and another one inside the building. I did it so many times the security guard said next time I couldn't do it anymore. I should have campaigned for human rights there and then.
It's a boring job I admit. Hope my employers are not looking at this post. But I listened to music and read newspapers on the job in the beginning cause I foresaw the boredom that came with it. Once I became a pro I read manga and watched anime. Next time gonna start cooking my dinner there.
Shhh.
Ah crap. I wanted to talk about my past and future in this post but I didn't. Here it is.
Looking back at my JC life, I guess I (sadly) didn't enjoy it.
It was just a battle of me and many obstacles ahead of me. Wait, isn't this life? I guess so. Maybe I hate life.
The nights that I spent (attempting) to finish work was countless. Same shit, different day. My classmates slept in class. I understood how they felt because I would too, but I didn't because I felt sleeping would push me back further.
It was also disappointment after disappointment after each test, I was not doing well, and I couldn't break myself out of my rut. I knew I was doing my best but I wasn't getting results. It was not helping my morale.
Other than academics, I didn't really have much of a social life. My class.. was split apart by obvious cliques. I couldn't break out of it also. I was friendly to everyone, I maintained that attitude because I never wanted to make enemies or ostracise people. In the end, I felt like I couldn't find a friend who sticks with me mentally and physically. Even though I had friends, I felt they weren't close enough to me.
I feel quite creepy now lol
Maybe it was not meant to be. I feel that I'm closer to my CCA than my class. Specifically the programming side. The times we spent in that dusty room that we cleaned ourselves, the times Han Jin taught us C++ from scratch and the banter we shared, CDDC, which we won, it brought us closer. We were just 5 guys with a common interest.
This doesn't mean that I didn't view my classmates as good friends. I think I was sticking with Caleb the most of my JC life, he was someone who could banter with me and shared similar social circles. Keith who was always feeling lonely kept finding me (Always have someone like YX to follow me, lmao.) and I was initially very put away by his incessant coughing and bad breath but I found that he genuinely wanted someone to be with and hey, I don't like ostracising people.
Tristan was that asshole that found my one true weakness. And exploited it forever since then. Never forgetti. But he was the life of the party. Roger the smartass scholar was the go to person for everyone (besides the other scholars) for homework help. Bing Qian the gangster who I thought was a Chinese scholar was the guy sleeping in class and being an encylopedia on everything and anything.
Together, it was a weird combination. But the times we spent, in Caleb's house, in the homeroom, Reading Room, doing stupid stuff like BQ burping into Tristan's bag or just doing homework like the lifeless JC kids we were, I guess I enjoyed this journey.
It was painful, it really was. But it was not fruitless. That being said, I will not want to relive my JC life. Please, Friday. This is already making me nervous.
No regrets I guess. I cannot say I have regrets. All my decisions in life, I made it myself. No matter what life throws at me, I have to suck it up. The different paths in life that we take can be cruel. Friends can grow distant. People enter and leave from your life. It's something that we can't avoid.
Just a prayer to my A Level results on Friday. If I do well, I'll be thankful for the rest of my life. If I don't, I will feel wretched and life will be drastically changed. But both ways, I have to take it because these choices were made, some by me, some by Heaven.
I can't complain, even if I do, it won't change anything.
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